Note: This is part two of the short series that began with Marilyn. Apologies that it's taken so long to post. This part will make more sense if you've read part one first. All characters are over the age of 18. As usual comments, observations and suggestions are welcome either by posting here or email. Many thanks for your previous encouragement.
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Astrid drove away from that encounter in Marilyn's car, tingling all over with pent up lust. She knew she would need relief when she got home and took the first opportunity to steal away from her family to her en-suite bathroom. There she stripped naked and fingered herself to a gut-wrenching orgasm, remembering the taste of Marilyn's lips, the touch of her ripe breasts and the incredible feel of her dripping snatch. Her totally unexpected interaction with Marilyn had opened up a whole new avenue of possibilities. She trembled with anticipation at the thought of bringing Marilyn completely under her control and the games they might enjoy with Rachel. Astrid was by nature a dominant woman and her sexual enjoyment derived as much from displaying power as it did from dispensing pleasure. Complete control was an aphrodisiac to her.
It was true that she'd wanted to bed Marilyn ever since they'd first met, and now that misdirected text message had delivered the prim and proper housewife into Astrid's lap - literally. What wasn't completely true was her description of the incidents at the netball carnival that finally led to her seduction of Rachel. Astrid had been lusting after her young netball protΓ©gΓ© for several years and when the sexy 18 year old entered her motel room that night, she was determined to have her. It had been Astrid who suggested the massage and had encouraged Rachel to strip out of her pyjama top. But Marilyn didn't need to know any of that.
By agreement, in the days following their meeting neither Astrid nor Marilyn had any physical contact with their teenage lover, deliberately keeping her at a distance with non-committal messages. Astrid had a definite plan on how to punish the naughty Rachel - but that would have to wait till she had Marilyn subdued and totally submissive. She'd been pleasantly surprised by how readily Marilyn had followed her orders during their first encounter. It seemed to indicate submissive tendencies in Marilyn that Astrid was keen to exploit. She couldn't wait to see the lovely housewife again and, if their increasingly sexy text messages were anything to go by, Marilyn felt just the same. During their sexting Astrid had made certain requests of Marilyn that would test her compliance
But they had to wait three whole days before their various commitments allowed them a mid-morning meeting at Astrid's house, where they could be totally alone for several hours. On the appointed day Astrid prepared herself, showering and shaving carefully to leave her body from the neck down sleek and hairless. She skipped the undergarments and dressed in a white tank top and short flared floral skirt that would show off her tan and give Marilyn easy access to her body. She was tingling with excitement when the doorbell finally announced Marilyn's arrival.
Astrid opened the door to find Marilyn dressed, as requested, in a short strapless sundress. She marvelled again at the woman's simple beauty and felt a surge of lust at what she had planned for their morning together.
"Good morning beautiful," smiled Astrid, taking Marilyn's hand, guiding her inside and shutting the door behind them.
"Good morning to you t..." Marilyn's reply was cut short when Astrid took both her hands and pulled her in for a kiss. Their lips met softly and warmly, creating a slight suction that made both women moan. She felt Marilyn trembling in her arms and broke the kiss to step away and inspect her prey from head to toe.
"You look absolutely beautiful my darling. But..." she asked with a suggestive leer. "...did you follow my requests completely?"
Marilyn blushed prettily and, biting her lower lip, nodded meekly. Astrid's requests had been quite insistent and both women knew they were really commands.
"Mmmm," breathed Marilyn. "Prove it!"
Marilyn's blush deepened and she hesitated for a moment before hooking her thumbs into the top of her dress and easing it down to bare her bra-less breasts.
Astrid's eyes widened at the sight of Marilyn's generous breasts and their rose-pink nipples. The rigid nubs gave away Marilyn's excitement.
"Oh, good girl," encouraged Astrid. "And...?"
Marilyn hesitated again before sliding her hands down to grasp the hem of her dress and inch it slowly upwards. Astrid licked her lips as she watched the slow exposure of Marilyn's smooth thighs and then her naked pussy, hairless but for a small, trimmed landing strip. She sensed Marilyn's nervous excitement and stepped in to cup her breasts and kiss each nipple, licking and gently biting each one to elicit gasps of pleasure from Marilyn. When she straightened she eased one knee between Marilyn's legs and lifted it to force them apart and pressed her thigh tightly against Marilyn's cleft. She stroked her leg back and forth and when she withdrew it both women looked down to see the trail of moisture on the tanned skin.
Suddenly, Astrid pressed Marilyn back harder against the wall. One hand replaced her knee between Marilyn's legs. Her palm cupped the smooth mound and her fingers pressed inward to cleave open Marilyn's cunt lips and force Marilyn up onto her toes. Astrid's voice was a hoarse whisper close to Marilyn's ear.
"Did you mind following my instructions Marilyn?" Her prey whimpered with barely contained excitement and simply shook her head. "Tell me!"
"No," whispered Marilyn.
"Mmmmm," moaned Astrid. "And did you enjoy following my orders?"
Marilyn nodded.
"No you must tell me!" insisted Astrid, and curled one finger inside Marilyn.
Gasping. "Yes."
"That's good. Because I have so many more orders I want to give you!" A second finger.
"Ooooh, yes please!"
"And will you obey my orders?" A third finger, probing and stretching, forcing Marilyn even higher on her toes.
"Oh God yes! But..." Marilyn hesitated, holding her breath.
"But???" questioned Astrid.
"You ... you won't hurt me will you?"
Astrid pulled her head back, smiled and then kissed Marilyn softly on the lips. "Only as much as you want me to," she purred.